The boy dreamt of his father, <br /> <br />Between boys and men such <br />impossible expectations, <br />joyful boys with rumpled <br />hair crying for attention <br />Heart bursting to be <br />the little man. <br /> <br />'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' <br /> <br />Men slipping away their emotional <br />core, resisting temptation to display <br />the love they have for their boys. <br />Holding fast to important things, <br />to work and career, making money <br />and cutting the grass. Taking care <br />of things, like a man. <br /> <br />'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' <br /> <br /> <br />Such distance between boys and men, <br />flowers grow faster than emotions. <br />Expectations and demands, alliances <br />and situations to be addressed. <br />Locker room jokes, tenderly <br />pretending feelings are for <br />'sissies'. Rugged role playing, <br />modelling behaviour of the <br />tipped arrow of society. <br /> <br />'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' <br /> <br />Things have changed, they will tell you. <br />Men can feel now. But we men, we <br />know the truth. The stereotype is <br />still pervasive and controlling. <br /> <br />A man must be strong. <br />A man must be brave. <br />A man must not love unless <br />he is getting laid. <br /> <br /> <br />'Daddy, look at me, I am just like you' <br /> <br />'Daddy, were you ever scared and alone like me? '<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boys-and-men/
